Thursday, September 24, 2009

in the morning and amazing

We take our crying eyeballs and let them afloat in the lily-ridden pond. The golden fish pick at them, their colors fiery in the bright moonlight. Now that we've lost our sight, maybe we can be happier people.

3 comments:

Ali said...

sigh.. :'(

Eeda said...

sight, not feelings. :S

Dreaminglass said...

I have to....She's blind because of me...